Well, when I started this project I never expected to get this far. Seriously. But here we are, on the almost last chapter. This chapter has been up since March of this year. It’s funny, because I think that my riffs have played a part in Bronystories working on the final chapter. If that’s true, then I’m glad I helped a bit. And I have a thanks for all of you, but that’s only if I can get through this.

This? This is the deflowering of the foals. This... is 120 Days of Blueblood, Chapter 9.

twow: Stupid emotion cannon...

Pinkamena: What’s wrong with it?

twow: I shot Derpy with it, and it’s out of juice.

Pinkamena: Why did you need it?

twow: To make you feel better! Really, why are you STILL flat-maned?

Pinkamena: Because I REALLY don’t want to make you read the next chapter.

twow: Oh...Right.

Blueblood: But I do! And I have some bad news for you twow.

twow: That would be...

Blueblood: I couldn’t find the right ponies to riff this chapter with you, so I guess you’ll have to do it alone.

twow: (pales)

Pinkamena: No way! You said that he would have partners!

Blueblood: Well if I can’t FIND the right ones...

Pinkamena: Were you not THERE for the last chapter?! Two of my friends were hurting!

Blueblood: Wasn’t it glorious?

Pinkamena: WHY YOU.

twow: What the hell?

(A white and blue mist settles in the middle of the room.)

twow: That’s not on me. Pinkie?

Pinkamena: I didn’t do anything.

(The mist consolidates into two pony like figures, and in a flash of light Princess Celestia and Luna stand in the lab.)

Pinkamena: I’m glad I didn’t princess-proof the lab...

Luna: (rushing and hugging twow) You are still in here?

twow: Yeah I...you remember?!

Celestia: (walking up) My sister woke me up last night and told me everything she remembered. And that reminds me, Blueblood, SHOW YOURSELF.

Blueblood: (shuddering) Uh...Hi?

Celestia: What is the meaning of this?! Punishing MY guest without any authority? And forcing him to read this...THING you call a story!

Blueblood: Well...I...

Celestia: When I get back to the castle...

twow: Celestia, it’s alright. I’ve been thinking.

Luna: About?

twow: Even though I HATE this story, I have to continue. Go until I drop.

Luna: So, you don’t want us to stop this?

Celestia: I will return and make Blueblood atone for this right now. I can.

twow: I know Celestia, but I mean this. Besides, my friend already wants to beat the hell out of him. He’s just holding it in.

(The two sisters exchange glances and move away, whispering.)

twow: Pinkie, Steel still in there?

Pinkamena: I think he’s taking a nap.

(The two sisters return.)

Celestia: We’ve come to a decision. Because I am responsible for you by bringing you here and allowing you to stay in Equestria, we will stay with you and riff this chapter.

twow: Are you sure? I don’t want Luna to Nightmare out again.

Luna: We are sure twow. And I didn’t hurt anypony right?

twow: Nope.

Luna: Then I will be fine.

twow: If you two are sure...then alright. Let’s go.

Celestia: And Blueblood?

Blueblood: (gulps)Yes?

Celestia: ...Good reaction.

Steel (TV): (Sits behind Blueblood, staring at the back of his head quietly, lead pipe in hand.)

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”

        ― Oscar Wilde

        twow: And love.

        Luna: And feelings.

        After more than two months of constant orgies and degradation, the childrens’ innocence had been thoroughly squelched. Any hope of escape which they still clung to was buried beneath a layer of their own self-loathing and the libertines’ dried semen.

        Celestia: That’s awfully depressing.

        Luna: And disgusting.

        twow: (slightly shudders, neither princess noticing)

        Following a lengthy training session, the children had all become adept at sucking and frigging their masters’ pricks. In addition, they knew how to give meticulous ministrations to the mares’ moist mounds.

        twow: What the fuck...ALREADY?!

        Celestia: Is something wrong?

        Luna: The author rather enjoys alliteration. It’s creepy at this point.

        They took no joy from pleasuring the libertines. The children viewed it as a necessary evil which they were compelled to comply with in order to survive.

        twow: Or, disobey and die?

        Celestia: Twow!

        twow: You KNOW it’s better than this life.

        The libertines had made good on their promise that the childrens’ lower holes remain unspoiled until their official deflowering. A repugnant smell of body odor and sexual secretions hung in the air. The children hadn’t been allowed to bathe since entering the castle and were becoming nauseated by their own stench.

        Luna: They passed out regularly.

        twow: And once AGAIN I can’t use my Glade joke.

        Scootaloo rested her hooves against the bars of their cage as she stared out the tiny window near the dungeon ceiling. She had been forced to endure ignominies the likes of which few ponies dared even imagine. In spite of this, Scootaloo stubbornly clung to her hope of rescue.

        "Sister Spectrum will save us," Scootaloo said, wistfully, "She can do anything."

        twow: About that.....

        Celestia: Who was that supposed to be again?

        twow: Rainbow. She’s dead, along with all of the other Elements except Fluttershy.

        Celestia: ....

        twow: This is not a kind story.

        "Shut up!" Diamond Tiara said, furiously, "Life's enough of a torture without your false hope rubbing salt in the wound.”

        “Oh, do leave her alone!” Silver Spoon said, “If it hadn’t been for your queer stepfather, we wouldn’t be here.”

        twow: Burn!

        Luna: Be nice twow.

        Diamond Tiara was silenced. Prior to her imprisonment, nopony told her what to do, especially her servant.

        Out of all the children, Diamond Tiara was the only one raised in a position of prominence, so it was especially difficult for her to adjust to her new life as the libertines’ plaything.

Celestia: I’m willing to bet that NONE of the children have been in any situation like this, be them rich or poor.

        Luna: Making it equally hard for all of them.

        twow: Eh. It’s hard to transition from rich to poor.

Diamond Tiara narrowed her eyes at Silver Spoon, but said nothing.

        “We mustn’t fight amongst each other,” Featherweight said, pleadingly, “If we care not for each other, we’re no better than the selfish libertines.”

        Luna: A point he has.

        twow: And Luna became Yoda. My life is complete.

        Just then, the door to the dungeon slowly opened. The children all became silent as they heard the clop of hooves descending the stone steps.

        The moon cast its light on the shadowy figure. The pony was shrouded in a black robe, which concealed their face. Even in the semi-darkness, Scootaloo caught a glimpse of a rainbow-colored mane and blue muzzle poking out from beneath the cowl.

        Celestia: Wait, you said Rainbow Dash was dead.

        twow: She is...

        Luna: Then...who is that?

        twow: I REALLY don’t want to know.

        “Sister Spectrum!” Scootaloo said, tears streaming from her eyes, “I knew you’d save us!”

        The other children stood up and ran to the edge of the cage excitedly. Even Diamond Tiara allowed herself a moment of fleeting hope.

        “Hurry!” Scootaloo said, “We have to go now! There’s not much time.”

        twow: “We only have 100 seconds!”

        “You’re right,” a familiar voice said, “In fact, you’re out of time.”

        It was then that Scootaloo caught the unmistakable scent of blood.

        The cloaked figure disrobed, revealing himself to be Prince Blueblood. He had concealed his entire body with the black cloak and used his magic to levitate the nun’s severed head in front of him.

        Celestia: You...

        twow and Luna: MOTHERFUCKER!

        Celestia: What they said.

        Once his identity had been revealed, he allowed Sister Spectrum’s head to drop unceremoniously onto the dungeon floor. Its forehead became bruised upon hitting the stone surface and rolled until it came to a stop just outside the children’s cage.

        Scootaloo stared horrified at the sight before her. Sister Spectrum was dead.

        Luna: “We can rebuild her!”

        twow: “We have the magic.”

 Her lifeless eyes rolled back in her sockets while Prince Blueblood gave a hollow laugh.

        “I taught that impudent mare a lesson for daring to disfigure me,” Blueblood said, bitterly.

        twow: Stop being a damn bitch about it. Geez.

        He stepped forward and allowed the children to catch a glimpse at the fresh scar on his cheek. The nun had managed to do what nopony else had ever done before. She had succeeded in wounding the prince’s profile and his pride.

        twow: No, if she had wounded his pride, he would have cut his dick off.

        Celestia: What?!

        twow: She was RIGHT. THERE.

 Scootaloo would have felt inspired, if she wasn’t on the verge of throwing up. She was physically shaking as she stared into the lifeless eyes of Sister Spectrum; eyes which used to radiate such hope and joy, but were now as dark and empty as the void left in Scootaloo’s heart.

        Luna: The joy was sucked away like it was in a black hole.

        “Please...” Scootaloo said, her lip quivering, “Please no...”

        Seeing her mentor’s decapitated head severed the last strand of hope to which Scootaloo had clung. She stared out into the night sky, as though she half expected to see the nun’s soul flying to heaven.

        Celestia: Aren’t they underground?

        twow: Unless I missed something big, yes.

        Luna: That’s no way to enjoy my night.

Scootaloo screamed loud enough to strain her vocal chords.

        “You can’t leave us, Sister Spectrum!” Scootaloo cried, “Take your little angels with you! Please come back! Come back!”

        Scootaloo reached her hooves through the bars. She stared up at the distant stars and cried to the heavens.

        Celestia: And the heavens weeped back.

        “Don’t go, please!!” Scootaloo wailed, “We’re in Hell!”

        Overcome with grief, Scootaloo collapsed onto the cold, stone floor. Blueblood stood just outside the cage and glowered at her as she sobbed.

        twow: I just really wanna insert a dagger into his eye. Can I?

        Steel (TV): Just say the word. (Pats the lead pipe in his hand)

        Celestia: Control yourself human.

        Without saying a word, Blueblood draped the black cloak over the corpse’s head. The prince wore a matter-of-fact expression on his face. He treated the children as if he were a stern parent trying to cajole them into doing their chores.

        twow: “Now be good little fillies and come get raped now.”

        Luna: twow?

        twow: Can I have a hug?

        Luna: (tightly hugs twow.)

        “Relinquishing your hope has brought you to your lowest points and prepared you for this moment,” Blueblood said, “Now is the hour of your ascension.”

        From within his black cloak, Blueblood produced six collars and leashes, which he levitated before the children. They knew better than to resist and remained stock still as the libertine leashed them.

        Celestia: “Bark!”

        Once all the collars had been fastened, Blueblood opened the door to their cage and escorted the children out.

        As they marched morosely up the steep dungeon steps, Scootaloo took one last look back at the black cloak which covered Sister Spectrum’s head. Her mentor’s troubles were over, which is more than could be said for Scootaloo and her friends.

        Luna: We still had more story.

        twow: Damn it!

        After leaving the dungeon, Blueblood led the children down a corridor and up a large staircase. In all the years he’d been doing this, Blueblood never tired of seeing innocent children transfigured into mindless husks who were driven solely by perverse sexual desires. They would soon exist only to provide pleasure, without conscience or reason.

        twow: Now that. That is hell on earth.

        Celestia: If I ever saw this in real life, someponies would be impaled.

        At the top of the stairs was a red door. Blueblood ushered the children through it and into a room they had never seen before.

        To call it ornate would be an understatement. There was a fountain in the center of the room with a large golden statue of a hydra in the middle.

        twow: Damn, I can’t cut its head off.

        Luna: More golden heads would appear?

        twow: It’s made out of gold.

Each of its four heads were pointed in a different direction as a steady stream of wine flowed from its mouths. The wine filled the fountain as the strong odor of the fermented grapes filled the air. The bouquet of the vintage alone was enough to make one slightly tipsy.

        twow: That plumber must hate his job.

        Celestia: He better get his overtime.

        Celestia and Luna were seated beside each other on large pillows. To Luna’s right, Fleur, Fancy Pants and Filthy Rich sat as they drank deeply from their goblets.

        When the prince entered, the royal sisters looked up expectantly. Luna cooed with delight as the children shambled into the room.

        Luna: I’m going to hate my character again.

        twow: That’s a duh moment Luna.

        “Forward!” Blueblood commanded. The children continued their sorry march as they led the prince around the fountain. They passed by Blueblood’s libertine friends, who were sitting on large, red plush pillows.

        A murmur of excitement arose from the libertines, who were eagerly discussing which child they would take first.

        twow: “I want the spoiled one!”

        Celestia: “I’ll take both of the males...”

        Luna: “And I’ll take the rest.”

        Celestia and Luna watched as the procession of miserable-looking children passed them. Celestia’s alabaster marehood was already moist from arousal.

        Celestia: (blushing) What?

        twow: Don’t ask.

        “Suffer the children to cum on me and forbade them not;” Celestia said, while slowly rubbing her clit with her forehoof, “for such is the kingdom of heaven.”

        twow: Oh shut the hell up.

        Once Blueblood had reached his vacant pillow, he ordered his crestfallen caravan to halt.

        Luna: (Covers twow’s eyes)

        twow: Hey!

        Luna: Quickly sister! Move past it!

Truffle Shuffle started to sit down.

        “Remain standing!” Blueblood commanded. Truffle Shuffle squeaked in fear and stood stock still.

        Celestia: “I will have your ass if you sit down again!”

        “Yes,” Filthy Rich added as he stroked his semi-hard member, “I’ll give you something to sit on soon enough.”

        All: Bluh.

        The libertines stared at the children and smirked. The fillies and colts each stood with their heads bowed submissively. They cast their eyes furtively about the room in order to better familiarize themselves with their new surroundings. While they were doing this, the children made sure to avoid eye contact with the libertines.

        Luna: “If they see us, they’ll talk to us!”

        twow: “Shhhhhhhhhh!”

        “Surely they cannot be looking for a means of escape,” Fancy Pants said, bemused.

Celestia: Because six exhausted, possibly sick and tired children are gonna try to escape.

twow: Dumb. Ass.

        Filthy Rich narrowed his eyes as he glared at the children, as if daring one of them to meet his icy gaze.

        Blueblood commanded the children to stand at attention in a straight line. The royal sisters were each allowed to select their child first. Celestia gave a sweet smile and gestured to Featherweight.

        Celestia: What.

        “Step forward, gangly urchin,” Celestia said, “Your princess desires thy intimate company.”

        Celestia: WHAT.

        Featherweight felt as though his hooves were made of lead. He feared that his malnourished bones would snap like twigs under the weight of the princess’s plump posterior.

        twow: Dat ass. (smacked by Celestia.)

Blueblood detached the collar from the rope and allowed Featherweight to advance slowly towards Celestia.

        Celestia: WHAT.

        Luna stared at the other five children as she struggled to make her selection. Eventually, she called for Pipsqueak.

        Luna: NO!!!

        “Advance, my young pinto prince,” Luna said, “Step forward and rejoice! For this shall be a night thou will always remember.”

        twow: And hate. Forever.

        Pipsqueak glanced back at Blueblood, who was staring intently at his aunts. Summoning up his fleeting courage, Pipsqueak slowly started shuffling his hooves towards Luna.

        It was now time for Blueblood’s friends to each decide on a partner. The libertines surveyed the remaining children and deliberated on their choice.

        Celestia: “Which one of us looks more inviting?”

        twow: “Don’t make me choose!”

        “They all look so tempting,” Fancy Pant said, “What’s your preference, Filthy Rich?”

        “I imagine he’s been chomping at the bit to deflower his stepdaughter,” Fleur said, “Or perhaps he’d rather rape his simpering servant.”

        twow: Are you even trying anymore?

        “Don’t mock me,” Filthy Rich said annoyed, “You damn well know my preferences. I’d gladly crawl over fifty good pussies just to get my hooves on one chubby colt’s asshole.”

        Luna: Well, at least he’s honest?

        twow: I hate him.

        Truffle Shuffle gulped nervously and subconsciously squeezed his sphincter tighter. Filthy Rich smiled pervertedly at the fat child and gestured for him to come forward. After Blueblood removed the leash, Truffle Shuffle refused to move. He just stood there with his eyes shut tight.

        “You impudent little faggot,” Filthy Rich said through gritted teeth, “I demand that you come here and spread your fat ass this instant! If you refuse me again, I’ll bugger you lubeless.”

        twow: Hey, fuck you man.

        Celestia: These ponies have no souls. Did you eat them twow?

        twow: No way! They would have tasted like shit!

        Truffle Shuffle’s lip began to quiver. He blubbered pathetically while trepidatiously advancing towards Filthy Rich.

        “So, I take it my wife and I are free to sodomize your servant and stepdaughter?” Fancy Pants asked in an unnervingly casual tone.

        Celestia: And that’s rather disturbing as well.

        “Deal with the young bitches in whatever way titillates you most,” Filthy Rich said, “May they give you more pleasure than they’ve given me.”

        Luna: And so is that.

        Diamond Tiara’s lip began to quiver. Prior to her imprisonment, her stepfather had treated her with mild indifference. Now, he was being particularly malicious. The two fillies consigned themselves to their fates as they solemnly walked towards the libertine couple.

        twow: The fact that I feel sorry for them...that’s pretty bad.

        Fleur licked her lips greedily as she eyed Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. It wasn’t often that Fleur was afforded a chance to be the dominant role. Now that she had it, the sadistic mare was intent to take full advantage.

        twow and Celestia: Oh boy.

        Luna: This will not end well.

        With the other children gone, Blueblood silently crept up behind Scootaloo. His strong, muscular body towered over her frail frame. Scootaloo’s back tensed as he spoke to her in an icy whisper, which was totally devoid of all tenderness or compassion.

        twow: Silly author. You say that like he ever had those emotions.

        “I suppose that leaves you and me, my little winged creature,” Prince Blueblood said, “Join me on the pillow.  We can exchange stories about your beloved nun.”

        Scootaloo was used to obeying Blueblood’s orders, but she knew this time would be different. It wouldn’t stop with fellatio. The lustful libertine wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d soiled all her holes with his essence.

        Celestia: These are FILLIES.

        Luna: And we’re OKAY with this?!

        twow: (slightly rocking back and forth, shuddering)

        Steel (TV): Break?

        Luna: If at any rate, we better take it for twow.

Celestia: twow?

Luna: He hasn’t reacted this violently before. I don’t know what’s wrong!

Steel (TV): I sure as hell do.

        Celestia: Then please explain.

Steel (TV): Not sure if I’m allowed to share such a thing... suffice to say, this hits far closer to home than any of us dares to realize. He’s... well... suffered this in the past. What these foals are going through may as well be a film written to the script of his own memories.

Luna: Oh...That’s why he’s been so agitated throughout this.

Steel (TV): And how he’s come so far is a testament to how strong someone can be. But it only makes me stare at the back of this blonde ‘royal’s head a little bit harder... I’m starting to wonder if you even bothered to consider what might happen, Princey.

Celestia: (pokes twow) twow...

twow: (snaps upright, shaking his head) I’m okay! What did I miss?!

Luna: You are not okay.

twow: Sure I am! What made you think differently?

Celestia: The small fact that you were unable to speak and your eyes looked like dinner plates.

twow: Oh...

Steel (TV): You’re fighting a war here, T. I don’t need to say how much I’ve gone through with this, and I didn’t think it’d hit you this hard. (Shakes his head) You should consider retreat an option soon. Banishment isn’t a threat anymore, not so long as I’m still breathing, but this... it’s starting to scare me.

twow: (shakes head again) Huh. Don’t worry Steel. I-I should be fine.

Pinkamena: twow...

twow: No! I came this far and I gotta beat it. I gotta! (voice breaks)

Luna: What happened to his voice?!

Steel (TV): It’s a problem with ponies and humans... under significant emotional stress, their voice might ‘crack’ a bit, or shoot up to a higher pitch. Twow... all I can say is I’m still behind you on this. Whatever you need, and whenever you need it, I’ll personally break down the door separating us and get it to you, be it a partner for a riff, or anything else. Hell, even a hug if the stars align. (Looks over at Luna on the screen) And knowing the good Princess there, the odds are gonna be pretty well in your favor.

Luna: (grins)

Celestia: Come sister. Let us help our friend though this.

twow: Thanks guys...

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

Steel (TV): Rock on!

        Once each of the libertines had chosen a child, the orgy began in earnest. Some of the adults offered their child some wine to dull their faculties and make them more amenable to being molested.

        twow: They tore the labels off that said to drink responsibly.

        Luna: Explains a lot here.

        Filthy Rich pressed his forehooves against Truffle Shuffle’s flank and lifted his bottom. He stuck his muzzle between the colt’s cheeks and gave an invasive rimjob in preparation for the imminent buggering.

        Truffle Shuffle wept and hid his face with his forehooves. After months of training, he knew the penalty for resisting the libertines’ desires.

        Celestia: But WE don’t.

twow: I got nothing.        

        Once the anal stimulation had succeeded in limbering up the child’s sphincter, Filthy Rich aggressively mounted him.

        Before commencing with his anal rape, Filthy Rich paused for a moment and listened to his own rapid heartbeat as it pumped blood to his stiffening stallionhood. The fear of the child was palpable.

        twow: WONDER WHY.

        Luna: It was his first time?

        Celestia: Luna!

 A bead of precum on the stallion’s knob glistened like a precious gem. Filthy Rich shuddered in anticipation as he pressed his tip against the child’s rear, smearing his sphincter with precum.

        Filthy Rich leaned in close and sniffed Truffle Shuffle’s mane. The stench was an odious amalgam of bodily excretions.

        “You’re filthy on the outside,” he whispered ominously to Truffle Shuffle, “I’m going to make you filthy on the inside.”

        twow: “And there is not enough bubble bath in the world...”

        Before the implications of that statement had time to register with Truffle Shuffle, Filthy Rich slammed his stallionhood deep inside the child’s ass.

        twow: (winces and holds his head) FUCK!!!

        Luna: (hugs twow)

        Truffle Shuffle screamed in pain while pressing his forehooves against his head.

        “Please, don’t!” Truffle Shuffle cried, “Stop!”

        “Don’t... stop?” Filthy Rich said, mockingly, “Since you insist...”

        Celestia: Selective hearing at its stupidest.

        Filthy Rich gave a mirthless laugh as he redoubled his efforts. His scraggly scrotum slapped repeatedly against Truffle Shuffle’s young, tender balls.

        Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon stared at the anal rape in abject horror. Filthy Rich pumped the child’s ass with an animal-like ferocity as Truffle Shuffle begged for him to stop.

        Luna: Why is he doing it so hard?!

        twow: He gives no fucks about Truffle.

 Filthy Rich turned a deaf ear to the child’s pleas and growled viciously as his pace steadily increased. The libertine’s knob grazed Truffle Shuffle’s prostate which caused the colt’s young stallionhood to spring to life as well.

        “Such anger,” Fancy Pants said quietly as he stared at Filthy Rich, “You would think the poor bastard never learned that sex was meant to be enjoyed.”

        Celestia: He does have a point.

        twow: Yes. Let’s never agree with this story again.

        Fleur and Fancy Pants then turned their attention away from the violent rape and towards the two fillies cowering before them. She addressed her husband while never taking her eyes off the children.

        “So, my dear,” Fleur said, “Would you prefer to have Diamond Tiara frig your cock?”

        twow: If I wasn’t tearing up inside, I’d be okay with that.

        Luna: And...I kinda want you to be like that.

        Diamond Tiara flinched, as if the sound of her own name was hurtful to her now. She only ever heard it prior to committing some degrading sexual act.

        “Bah,” Fancy Pants said, “I know the clumsy fool would fumble it. No, you take her. I’m far more eager to test Silver Spoon’s precious mettle.”

        twow: And obvious joke in 3...2...1.

        Maybe it was due to her talent for polishing, but Silver Spoon was the best young frigger the libertines had ever seen.

        twow: I am one smart motherfucker.

 She was ashamed to be performing such lewd acts, but Silver Spoon was pleased with herself for being the best there was. This was the first time in her life where she was perceived as being more competent than Diamond Tiara.

        Celestia: Good...job?

        twow: Well, if you’re forced into a position like that., might as well do the best you can.

        Fancy Pants had taken a shine to her and seemed eager to test her limits. He had seen her skills and would soon find her threshold for pain.

        Silver Spoon began licking and frigging Fancy Pants’ prick, while Diamond Tiara was forced to service Fleur’s mound. Once the libertines were both firmly aroused, Fancy Pants ordered Silver Spoon to lie on top of Diamond Tiara’s stomach with their heads facing each others nethers.

        twow: Kinky. (smacked by both princesses)

        Luna: Should we really have done that?

        Celestia: Starting to regret it.

        “My pleasure will be derived from your tight bottom,” Fancy Pants said to Silver Spoon, “If you wish to mitigate the agony of your anal anguish, your only hope is for your friend to pleasure you to the point of orgasm.”

        twow: Makes...sense?

        Luna: If you don’t think about it.

        Steel (TV): (Smoke flies out of his ears as he tries not to think about it)

        Diamond Tiara was feeling slightly relieved. She knew that she Fleur lacked the equipment to give her a proper dicking.

        Once Diamond Tiara had grown accustomed to her servant’s weight on her chest, she felt something soft and wet pressing against her sphincter. After glancing down, she saw that Fleur was licking around her asshole.

        Luna: That is gross.

        twow: You’re cute when you understate things.

 It felt more ticklish than painful, so Diamond Tiara didn’t mind it too much.

        “Make a wish,” Fancy Pants said jovially as he pressed his slick knob against Silver Spoon’s pert hole. She whimpered as the length of his palpitating prick slid inside her unassuming asshole.

        twow: “I wish to get the FUCK OUT of here.”

        Fancy Pants then began to bugger Silver Spoon with calm, calculated strokes. Using this method, a stallion could practically last indefinitely. Diamond Tiara stared mesmerized at the pair of white balls which swung inches from her nose. Trace amounts of Silver Spoon’s blood clung to Fancy Pants’ shaft as he forced his way inside her tight backdoor.

        twow: Shoulda locked it.

        Luna: They stole the key.

        Celestia: And swallowed it.

        The slapping sounds of Fancy Pants’ hips connecting with Silver Spoon’s bottom were complemented by the loud slurping sounds of Fleur as she messily rimmed Diamond Tiara’s rectum.

        Silver Spoon’s vision was blurry. The sensations were foreign to her, and quite painful. It was unnatural. Everything about her situation was unnatural.

Celestia: Unless she dreamed about being taken away from home and used as a sex slave.

        twow: Truly every fillies dream.

 She shut her eyes and held them tight. She tried to think of something, anything, to take her mind off the loss of her anal virginity.

        Regardless of how many times Fancy Pants pumped into her, the sting of his shaft was constant.

        Luna: I’d expect as much.

        twow: What the hell is the deal with anal?!

        Being raised as a slave, Silver Spoon was used to bottling her feelings. She took the libertine’s abuse, without crying or screaming. The lingering fear in the back of her mind was the uncertainty of how long her resolve would last.

        twow: About 12 minutes and 24 seconds.

        Scootaloo sat beside Prince Blueblood as the two of them watched these depravities unfold around them. For Scootaloo, it was the worst day she’d ever experienced. For Blueblood, it was a Tuesday.

        twow: ............................

        Celestia: I’m going to hate Tuesdays instead of Mondays now.

        Blueblood stroked her magenta mane and ordered her to frig his prick. Scootaloo complied, while wearing a look of intense hatred. She closed her eyes so as to block out the images of her friends suffering, but her ears caught every word. Each scream of pain. Every impassioned plea for mercy. Scootaloo heard it all.

        twow: “And ignored it.”

        Luna: “If I don’t hear it, it won’t be there!”

        The moans of the children reverberated off the walls as the libertines’ reverie slowly built to a fever pitch. It was a veritable rhapsody of rape, with Prince Blueblood as the ignominious impresario.

        twow: I don’t even know what that MEANS.

        Celestia: Leader?

        Luna: Let’s go with that one.

        “Servicing my shaft was one of the last things your precious nun did before and after her death,” Blueblood said, “Maybe by making me cum, you’ll grow closer to your late mentor by following in her hoofsteps.”

        The thought of Sister Spectrum degrading herself to such a degree made Scootaloo shiver with revulsion.

        twow: In all honesty, she tried to save you.

        “I don’t believe you,” Scootaloo said as she begrudgingly licked the salty precum from his tip. She had nothing but contempt for Blueblood, and yet her training had left her with a compulsion to suck cocks. After months of careful conditioning, fellatio was a subconscious act. At times, Scootaloo felt as though she had no control over her own body.

        Luna: They raped more than just their bodies.

        Celestia: They’ve programmed their minds.

        twow: “Exterminate! EXTERMINATE!”

        “You may have corrupted us,” Scootaloo said, in between licks, “but Sister Spectrum’s soul was far too pure to wallow in sin.”

        “Nopony is pure, my little chit,” Blueblood said, matter-of-factly, “We’re all just beasts at the end of the day.

        twow: No, that’s just you and your sick friends.

        Celestia: And aunts, sadly.

 Only the few among us with the courage to realize this can truly be considered alive. Ponies who spend their existence shackled to false notions of decency and morality are already dead to the world, so they deserve no place in it.”

        twow: How. In the fuck. Does that work.

        Luna: So good ponies deserve to die and evil ponies deserve to live?

        Celestia: This makes perfect logic! I can’t use words.

        Scootaloo could feel Blueblood’s balls contract as she rolled them around on her tongue. Her ministrations were accompanied by loud slurping sounds.

        Luna: “My sucker! MINE!”

        Celestia: “You can have the Dum-Dum!”

        As she reflected on Sister Spectrum, Scootaloo couldn’t focus on her blowjob. Her lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears. Her chin was covered in drool and the prince’s precum as she sobbed and grieved over the loss of her friend.

        twow: (tearing up, but trying to hide it) And the world wept with her.

        Steel (TV): (Holds his hood over his heart in silent prayer)

        “Do not weep for your slain nun,” Blueblood said, “Her death was no tragedy. The only real tragedy is living in fear.”

        The word “fear” triggered something in Blueblood. He stopped talking as he stared at his aunts. Scootaloo looked up into Blueblood’s eyes. He was looking intently at the royal sisters as they played with their young colts.

        Celestia: “That was really fun playing tag!”

        Luna: “Next, let’s do Red Light, Green Light!”

        Featherweight had begun to plumb Celestia’s sweaty snatch with his tongue.

        twow: Now that’s just inappropriate.

The beleaguered urchin performed expert cunnilingus on the mad matriarch.

        “Thou art favored amongst stallions to find thyself in the lap of a god!” Celestia cried, “This pleases us greatly! Harder, you cunt-licking plebeian!”

        Featherweight’s nostrils were filled with Celestia’s musk. He couldn’t help but find the scent arousing.

        twow and Luna: Ew.

        Celesia: (blushing)

        Celestia’s sweaty frame convulsed as she squirted her mare cum all over Featherweight’s face. The embarrassed colt looked up at her. Celestia smiled as she watched her feminine juices drip down his chin.

        “An exquisite release,” Celestia said, breathlessly, “You have quite the skilled tongue, my little stallion.”

        Celestia: “It’s not like we were training you for months or...oh WAIT!”

        twow: “This story...SUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS!”

        For a moment, Celestia was content to simply lay there and revel in her own afterglow. Her palpitating heart and messy orgasm caused the princess to feel younger than she had in ages.

        “We would esteem it a great pleasure to have thy tongue inside us at all times,” Celestia said appreciatively, “Lay with us that we may properly repay thy actions.”

        twow: Bring out the disco ball!

        Luna: We don’t have one of those.

        twow: Damn it.

        Steel (TV): Tom’d work!

        Featherweight repositioned himself so he was laying beside Celestia on her plush pillow. The princess used her hoof to tenderly brush the sweaty colt’s mane. Celestia then created a magical aura around Featherweight’s young prick and slowly began to frig it. Her erotic motions caused the young colt to groan with delight.

        Celestia: Um. NO.

        twow: Well, I coulda died happy never having that picture in mah head.

        “You love your princess, don’t you?” Celestia asked sensually as her aura fondled his tiny balls.

        Featherweight’s mind was in a fog. He couldn’t tell if it was Celestia’s hypnotic voice, her feminine musk or her expert frigging, but the young colt found himself smitten with her beauty.

        Luna: It’s all of those.

        Celestia: I’d rather that not be said in this context, sister.

        Celestia leaned in and shared a kiss with her young lover. Featherweight felt her tongue invade his mouth. Celestia explored every inch of his oral cavity as she continued her frigging.

        After breaking the kiss, Celestia brought forth a goblet, which was suspended in the air by her magic.

        “Have some wine, my love,” Celestia said.

        twow: “It’s 20% juice!”

        Without waiting for his consent, Celestia pressed the golden cup to Featherweight’s lips. He drank deeply and soon drained the goblet.

        The young colt couldn’t hold his liquor. His face became flushed and his speech slurred.

        Luna: What?

        twow: I’ve never drank, but does it happen THAT fast?!

Steel (TV): Depends on the person. I could down a bottle of this 80 proof and only be a slight slurred. Pinkie can barely stand after a glass.

        “That feels nice,” Featherweight said, tipsily. The drunken colt gave a slight hiccup as he slowly succumbed to carnal pleasure.

        Celestia: “And didn’t wake up again.”

        twow: And now for Luna’s turn.

        Luna: Great.

        Seated beside her sister, Luna was currently in the process of fellating young Pipsqueak. His tiny prick and balls could not hope to satisfy Luna’s lush lacuna, but she was no less determined to bring him to orgasm.

        twow: (faceEarths)

        Celestia: So it was YOUR fault that the Sun had a dent!

        Luna: I had to go reposition the moon!

        Pipsqueak knew exactly what she was doing to him. He’d given enough blowjobs to be well acquainted with the mechanics of the act. And yet, Luna managed to bring something new to the act of fellatio. Her eon of experience allowed Luna to pleasure Pip’s prepubescent pole in a way that lesser mares could only dream of.

        twow: Um. Okai?

        Luna: I’m jealous.

        Celestia: ...Wut.

        Her tongue wrapped around his shaft as she milked the young colt for all he was worth. Pipsqueak gave an involuntary groan as his tiny frame was racked with primary pulses of puerile pleasure.

        twow: Now that’s just unnecessary.

        “Art thou enjoying thyself?” Luna asked as spittle dribbled down her chin. A thick strand of saliva connected her lips to his penis. Pipsqueak winced as he felt Luna shower his small sack with kisses. He couldn’t bring himself to answer her question verbally, but he did nod his head to show that her ministrations were not entirely unpleasant.

        twow: Hell, I’d enjoy that as well...uh.

        (Celestia and Luna stare at him.)

        twow: Let’s pretend I never said that.

        “We love thy young body,” Luna said. Pressing her tongue against his asshole, Luna slowly moved her tongue across Pipsqueak’s taint, over his balls and up the underside of his shaft.

        When she reached the tip, Luna buried her muzzle on his member. She managed to effortlessly take the entire length of Pipsqueak’s shaft and balls into her mouth.

        twow: Prolly wasn’t that hard. (dodges swing by Celestia) Hey! I have a point!

        Luna presented Pipsqueak with a goblet of wine, which she forced him to drink. As the two colts were being pleasured by the princesses, the other children were in unspeakable pain.

        Luna: So the colts got the long straws.

        Celestia: That’s a lot of short straws to be handing out.

        Silver Spoon had hoped to just endure her assault, but the longer it went on, the more aroused she became. In spite of the shame, she could no longer resist the urges of her body.

        “Please, Ms. Diamond Tiara,” Silver Spoon cried, “Do what Fancy Pants says! Lick my filly parts! Any pleasant feelings will help distract me from the pain!”

        twow: You say that like Diamond cares about others.

        Luna: Remember the position they’re in.

        Featherweight’s words echoed in Diamond Tiara’s head.

        “If we care not for each other, we’re no better than the selfish libertines,” Diamond Tiara thought. In an uncharacteristically selfless act, Diamond Tiara began to perform cunnilingus on her servant.

        twow: Well...I have respect for this Diamond.

        Silver Spoon gasped as she felt her mistress' soft tongue lapping timidly at her young clit. The effect was almost immediate, as familiar lustful feelings began to resurface within Silver Spoon.

        “Ohhh,” Silver Spoon moaned erotically. Her head was swimming in pleasure. The penis in her ass helped amplify the ecstasy of her friend’s cunnilingus.

        Luna: The ecstasy has been doubled!

        twow and Celestia: (facepalm/hoof)

        Steel (TV): (Slowclap)

        Diamond Tiara was so engrossed in eating out her servant, that she didn’t notice Fleur dipping her left forehoof in a basin of precious oil, which the libertines used as lube.

        Silver Spoon was just starting to drip with arousal, when Diamond Tiara pulled her mouth away.

        twow: “Alright, done with that. Your turn.”

        “Why did you stop?” Silver Spoon asked. As if in answer to her question, Diamond Tiara started shrieking in pain.

        It was only then that Silver Spoon thought to open her eyes. She looked down and saw that Fleur had stuffed her long, slender forehoof inside Diamond Tiara’s bottom.

        All: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

        The sadistic mare was brutally hoofing the young child’s ass with her left forehoof, while simultaneously masturbating with her other forehoof.

        twow: I can’t anymore.

        Luna: What in the...

        Celestia: For the love of Tartarus!

        Seeing how much pain Diamond Tiara was in, Silver Spoon buried her snout in her mistress’ snatch. Silver Spoon began eating out Diamond Tiara in the hopes of distracting her from the grown mare’s hoof in her rectum.

        twow: That gave me Chapter 8 flashbacks and now I want to hug a Rainbow.

        Diamond Tiara had given up trying to pleasure anypony. The pain brought on by Fleur’s forehoof was too much for the filly to stand. All Diamond Tiara could do was shriek and blubber unintelligently.

        Luna: That’s perfectly understandable! I mean, what the he-

        Celestia: Language Luna!

        Luna: Sorry...

        Silver Spoon tried desperately to bring Diamond Tiara to orgasm, in spite of her own marehood being completely ignored. Without any further vaginal stimulation, the only sensation that remained was the pain of her sodomy.

        “Please, touch me down there,” Silver Spoon begged, “I need something to take the pain away.”        

        twow: She’s doing a lot worse than you right now, Silver.

        Diamond Tiara tried to focus on her servant’s needs, but she couldn’t. Fleur’s hoof was stretching Diamond Tiara’s bottom to the breaking point. Pain consumed her every thought. The anguished screams of a child was too much for Fancy Pants to resist. He was going to cum.

        Luna: Please get it over with.

        twow: It’s starting to hurt again...

        “Give us a kiss, darling,” Fancy Pants said to his wife, “I’ve reached my apex.”

        Fleur momentarily stopped hoofing Diamond Tiara’s ass and leaned over Silver Spoon. Fleur kissed Fancy Pants on the lips as he came inside Silver Spoon’s ass. Fleur looked disappointedly at her husband as she broke the kiss.

        “You came already?” Fleur said, sadly, “Bad form, darling.”

        twow: “You were supposed to wait until I did!”

        Celestia: “Bad Fancy!”

        Fancy Pants pulled his flacid dick out of Silver Spoon’s ass. Diamond Tiara made a scared squeaking sound as the stallion’s meaty penis slid out of the filly’s hole and landed with a slap on Diamond Tiara’s face.

        twow: She really did get cockblocked. (looks around) No slap?

        When Fancy Pants pulled his stallionhood out, the jizz which he released inside began to ooze out of Silver Spoon’s ass and onto Diamond Tiara’s face.

        “I couldn’t help myself,” Fancy Pants said, tenderly to Fleur, “A tight posterior mingled with the shrieks of a child reminded me of the day we first met.”

        Luna: Those are some memories that I’d rather not visit.

        Celestia: Not without some brain bleach.

        “Ooh, flatterer,” Fleur said, “Well, it is of no matter. With your virility, it should only take a few moments before you’re ready for another round.”

        Fleur and Fancy Pants stared at the two exhausted fillies. Silver Spoon lay atop her friend and cried as semen continued leaking from her butt.

        twow: I guess that...I don’t want to be here anymore.

        Luna: (hugs twow)

        Steel (TV): Hold strong, man!

        Diamond Tiara’s face was covered in cum. Her lip trembled and her bloody asshole was gaping from where Fleur’s hoof had been.

        “While I’m waiting to recover,” Fancy Pants said, “let me help you tend to these young fillies.”

        Celestia: A lot of Band-Aids will be needed.

        Luna: And therapy.

        As the couple resumed their child molestation, Blueblood looked longingly at Fleur and Fancy Pants.

        “I need to find my own special somepony,” Blueblood thought, “Somepony who also enjoys inflicting rape and torture.”

        twow: Who in the fuck would...oh. Never mind.

        Scootaloo continued to frig Prince Blueblood’s cock. She contemplated biting his stallionhood off at the root, as a means of avenging Sister Spectrum’s death. Nothing came of such thoughts, as Scootaloo’s thirst for vengeance was swallowed up by her severe depression.

        twow: Damn it.

        Luna: Aww. I really wanted that to happen.

        “What’s the point in fighting?” Scootaloo thought, miserably, “Sister Spectrum stood against the prince and she’s dead. Nothing I do now will bring her back to life.”

        Scootaloo’s eyes began to water. It was hard to discern if this was due to her sadness, or choking while trying to deepthroat the prince’s prick. In any case, Scootaloo’s once-indomitable will appeared to have finally broken.

        twow: “And another one bites the dust...”

        Celestia: I didn’t know you could sound sad singing that.

        twow: It’s not a gift.

        Blueblood glanced over at Filthy Rich, who was thrusting into Truffle Shuffle while also beating the colt with a cane. Truffle Shuffle was squealing in pain as red welts formed on his back.

        Luna: Because...logic?

        While Blueblood had great respect for Filthy Rich’s cruelty, the prince didn’t want to end up alone and bitter. There was a stark contrast between his married and single friends.

        Celestia: And a strong comparison.

        twow: They are all fucking INSANE.

        “I need to find a wife,” Blueblood said, quietly.

twow: Why?! So she’ll do the same?! So that this will keep going?! On, and on and on and fucking on?! (completely breaks down crying)

        Steel (TV): Cut the riff. We’re gonna need something more than a break right now.

        Steel: Now I remember why I thought Chapter 10 would be the worst yet...

        Luna: (holding twow) You think THAT one?!

        Steel: Aye. He knows why.

        Celestia: I still think that we need to end this...

        Luna: No, sister! He asked us not to!

        Celestia: (pointing at twow) Then what do YOU expect we do?

        Luna: (stammering) ...I don’t know.

Steel: I expect that we let him decide what to do. It’s out of our hands, or hooves, Your Highnesses. (Scratches his chin) That’s the right term, isn’t it...? Anyway, this is his challenge. Always has been.

Pinkamena: I have an idea, give me a second...

Luna: Should we be worried?

Steel: Honestly, you should only be worried when Princey here opens his mouth. That’s what I’ve learned thus far.

Pinkamena: twow? Can you speak?

twow: I’ll try. Why?

Pinkamena: Because I was able to reach one of your friends.

twow: Really? Who?

Steel: Yeah, who?

(The TV flashes to reveal EricKilla)

twow: Eric! Hey there!

EricKilla: Oh god, what is this? Do I have a virus or something? Why is... Oh. Hey twow.

twow: Hey there. Again.

Luna: Can you help him? This story is having a rather negative impact on him.

EricKilla: Welllll I could lend him my shotgun and get the author’s info, if that’s what he’d like.

twow: That would be WONDERFUL.

Celestia: I don’t think we should be giving twow a weapon right now.

        EricKilla: And I should have one, period? Do you even know me?

        Celestia: Not really. Pinkie Pie was the one that contacted you.

EricKilla: If by “contacted”, you mean placing a goddamn virus on my computer or somethin’, then sure. Regardless, you should just ask twow. He’ll explain everything.

twow: Look Eric. I think Pinkie called you because I’m losing my shit here. I don’t know if I can handle the rest of this.

EricKilla: Hmm. Losing your shit, you say? I could get you some of those fancy “adult diapers”, if that’ll help.

twow: You are not helping at ALL.

EricKilla: Alright, alright. Not one of those times, I guess. Hmm. I honestly dunno how I could help, honestly.

Luna: Have you ever tried kind words?

EricKilla: “Kind words”? Whazzat?

All: (facepalm/hoof)

EricKilla: All I can say is good luck twow. I’m sure you can handle it though, after all it can’t be worse than Mykan, can it?

twow: I think I just barfed in my mouth.

Steel: Speaking of Mykan... rrrgh, never any time for writing!

EricKilla: What?

Steel: I’m not in the lab. Sitting here with Princey and Pinkie. ‘Good luck’ isn’t the most you can offer here, though, Eric. C’mon, I’ve read the whole story and riffed a chapter with ‘em. Where the hell’re you?

EricKilla: I’m right here Steel. Where was I, though? I was saving the world from liberals. Twice.

Steel: Uh huh.

Luna: Something tells me that he might start doing more harm than good.

Celestia: Agreed.

twow: Thanks Eric. I’ll try my best.

Steel: He should drop by sometime with Fallen. See if we can’t all join in on Chapter 10... jus’ like the old days.

EricKilla: “Four Musketeer’s”? Nah, we’d have to find a new name.

Steel: “Explorers” always worked.

twow: As much as I’d love that...I have to do that one alone with Flutters.

Luna: Shall we get this over with?

twow: Bluh. I’ll catch you later Eric.

EricKilla: Bai!

Steel: Yeah. See ya, man. So, I’ll just carry on burrowing holes into Princey’s head with my eyes while I sharpen this here sword... (drags over a grindstone, starts sharpening a blade) Carry on.

(The TV with Eric shuts off)

twow: I knew it was a good idea to have more than one TV...

Pinkamena: As much as I don’t want to, twow, are you three ready?

twow: I reserve the right to freak the hell out again.

Celestia: And you deserve that.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

        Filthy Rich was nearing his orgasm. He leaned back and put his forehooves under Truffle Shuffle’s chubby belly. The child was lifted off of the ground and his bruised back was pressed against the libertine’s chest.

        twow: He’s in the perfect position for a tummy rub.

        Celestia: I LOVE those!

        (Luna and twow stare at Celestia)

        Celestia: What?

        Truffle Shuffle’s eyes were red and puffy and his nose was running. The gay libertine exerted his strength and lifted Truffle Shuffle off of his shaft. Filthy Rich would then thrust his hips upward, burying his stallionhood deeper into the child’s bottom.

        Celestia: Ignoring the shrieks of pain.

        Truffle Shuffle was growing numb to the pain.

        Celestia: Oh.

        Luna: Is that a good thing?

        twow: He’s not crying, so maybe?

        Steel (TV): ... I’m just gonna let that slide.

 The libertine’s knob rubbing against his victim’s prostate caused the young child to become aroused. Truffle Shuffle’s fat prick was semi-hard and dripping precum. His shaft flopped around as he was repeatedly lifted and filled by Filthy Rich.

        Luna: Well that’s a horrible image.

        twow: BAD IMAGE GO AWAY!

        After several minutes of this, Truffle Shuffle began to feel nauseous. When only the tip remained inside the colt’s ass, Filthy Rich let go of Truffle Shuffle’s fat belly and allowed gravity to kick in. The speed at which the child slid down Filthy Rich’s pole was too much for him to resist.

        “Ah, Celestia’s twat and tits!

        twow: (bust up laughing)

        Luna: Interesting thing to say...

        Celestia: What?!

” Filthy Rich exclaimed, “I’m cumming!”

        twow: “And we’re going!”

        Celestia: That wasn’t your strongest.

        twow: The funny has been drained.

        Filthy Rich began to spasm as his body was rocked with a full-body orgasm. Truffle Shuffle’s ass kept such a firm grip that the child could feel every bump and vein of the shaft inside him.

        Load after load of warm stallion spunk was pumped into the colt’s ass. Truffle Shuffle’s penis began to involuntarily twitch as his bottom was filled to overflowing.

        twow: Then he painted Filthy’s lap.

        Luna: Did he stir it first?

        Truffle Shuffle was thoroughly exhausted and slumped back onto Filthy Rich’s chest. The libertine kept his now-flaccid dick inside the child as more of his semen dripped down his balls.

        Filthy Rich used his forehooves to frig Truffle Shuffle’s semi-rigid cock.

        Though his eyes were unfocused, Truffle Shuffle stared in the direction of the royal sisters and the other colts.

        Celestia: Then how did he stare at them?

        twow: With a looooooooot of effort.

        “For making thy god cum, we have deigned to give thee a gift,” Celestia said, as she levitated a golden dildo out from underneath her pillow. This molded member was the crowning jewel in her private collection of decorative dongs.

        Luna: “Is that for me?!”

        twow: “I’m going to go sell it on E-Bay!”

Featherweight glanced down and grew fearful as he stared at the faux phallus. He tried to speak, but his mouth felt as though it were numb.

        As panic began to set in, Featherweight tried to lift his head. A knot formed in his stomach when the young colt realized that his entire body was paralyzed.

        twow: This has gotta be the third time that drugs have been used in this.

        Celestia: How do we have all of these drugs?

Steel: I think it’s just copious amounts of painkiller. How else would a dentist keep her patient on the chair during a drilling?

        Before Featherweight had time to fully comprehend what was happening to him, Celestia slid her golden dildo into his ass. The numb feeling which permeated his body helped to dull the sting of his sodomy.

        twow: But it still hurt like a bitch.

        Large brightly-colored jewels embedded throughout the dildo added bumps which served to further stimulate the child’s prostate. The precious stones were so rare that if the princess were to sell her masturbatory aid, the profits could feed a family for a year.

        Luna: Wow Celestia! Do you really ha-

        Celestia: I do NOT.

        twow: I want in on one of those. (smacked by Celestia)

 Featherweight’s mind was flooded with foreign sensations as he futilely tried to move.

        “There was more than wine in your goblet, my little one,” Celestia said, “The next part of our little game requires precision. We couldn’t have you thrashing about, so your wine was laced with a paralysing draught.”

        Celestia: And why did I give him that?!

        Luna: I don’t know.

        twow: If you were just gonna shove that in his ass, I don’t see why you would...

        Celestia then produced a pair of stainless steel scissors. Featherweight tried to scream, but the only sounds he could make were unintelligible grunts.

        twow: ....would need that...

        Luna: Why is she holding the scissors?

        Steel: Oh God...

        They were unlike any scissors Featherweight had seen before. They were long and slender, with the sharp end turned at a ninety degree angle. Its shape looked similar to the letter “L.”

        twow: And that doesn’t stand for lucky.

        Pipsqueak was also realizing that Luna’s wine had left him paralysed. He couldn’t speak or move. All he could do was stare helplessly as the princess of the night towered over him.

        “Thine eyes glisten like stars in the night sky,” Luna said, “They truly are windows to the soul.”

        Celestia: And doorways to the heart.

        Luna: Aren’t they windows to the heart?

        twow: They help you see things.

        Pip could feel his heart racing. His breathing was shallow and his thoughts were clouded by feeling that were new to him.

        Luna licked her lips hungrily as she stared into Pip’s eyes. Without any warning, Luna inserted a sterling silver butt plug into Pipsqueak’s sphincter.

        twow: (jumps) YIPE!

        Luna: Are you okay?!

        Steel: I think he felt that.

        twow: (wincing) I FELT that!

        Steel: (Takes a slug of AJ Daniels) I’m awesome.

        He gasped as he felt Luna’s magical aura contract tightly against his shaft. Even though he couldn’t look down to see what was happening, Pipsqueak could feel Luna giving him an aura job with her magic.

        “That’s good, Pipsqueak,” Luna said, “Stain us with your warm essence.”

        Celestia: “Make us have to wash our coats!”

        Luna: (very briefly flashes to Nightmare)

        twow: Easy Luna.

        Steel: Yeah, before we have to clean the walls of any blood...

        As Pipsqueak drew nearer to his orgasm, Luna levitated what looked like a spoon with a razor’s edge. Blueblood and his friends were all focused on the princesses, who were about to take more than the virginity of their young lovers.

        twow: ....

        Luna: Now YOU need to be easy.

        Celestia: Um, never mind.

        Celestia forced Featherweight’s mouth open with magic. The paralysing draught made sure he was in no position to resist. Using her magic, Celestia slid her curved scissors into Featherweight’s mouth. The sharp blades were on either side of his tongue.

        Luna: She’s not.

 The young colt was screaming as loud as his condition would allow.

        Celestia: I’m NOT.

        “A tongue as skilled as yours must taste divine,” Celestia said, calmly, “A fitting repast for a ruler.”

        twow: You have got to be kidding me.

Steel: Knew I forgot to mention something! (Sticks the whole bottle in his mouth and drinks away.)

        Featherweight gave a muffled scream as the scissors pressed against his tongue. Truffle Shuffle felt his heart pounding in his chest as he watched his friend’s mutilation. He found himself unable to look away as Filthy Rich continued stroking the chubby colt’s rock hard cock.

        twow: That’s going to be the bonus question.

        Celestia and Luna: (taking notes)

        Celestia closed the scissors on Featherweight’s tongue, cutting it clean off.

        Celestia: (gags)

        Luna: (barfs)

        twow: DAMN YOU BLUEBLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!

        Steel: ANNNN’ SEZ OUTTA THERE! (Slurred)

The child gave a gurgled scream as his mouth filled with blood. Celestia used her magic to remove the severed tongue. She stared at it in awe and even kissed it. Her lips became stained with Featherweight’s blood.

        twow: Not the best choice of lipstick.

        Luna: (whispering) Should we be worried that he’s furious and making jokes?

        Celestia: (whispering) Possibly.

        “Your princesses take what they desire without fear of reprisal,” Filthy Rich said sinisterly while frigging Truffle Shuffle’s cock, “Worship them! Spill your unworthy seed at the hooves of your gods!”

        Luna: I’m going to need to bathe in brain bleach after this.

        Celestia: That can’t be healthy.

        Luna: WE DO NOT CARE!

        Truffle Shuffle cried desperately as he came on the ground. Filthy Rich aimed the ejaculate in Princess Celestia’s direction, but she didn’t notice. Her full attention was on Featherweight’s severed tongue.

        twow: “It’s... so beautiful.”

        Celestia: “This is in mouths?”

        Featherweight feared he might drown in his own blood, but Celestia took some black thread and used magic to stitch up the meaty stub which remained of his tongue. She rolled Featherweight onto his side and allowed the blood to flow out of his mouth and onto the pillow.

        Luna: Like a waterfall.

        twow: Niagara Falls this is not.

 His body went into shock and he started convulsing.

        Featherweight could see Celestia as she sucked the blood from his tongue. She continued to frig his prick with her aura. While the blood pumping into his cock had been diverted to his mouth, Featherweight was still erect enough to orgasm.

        twow: Wut.

        Celestia: How did he have the strength to?!

 Celestia held the colt’s severed tongue in front of his tip as he ejaculated all over it.

        Without saying a word, Celestia popped Featherweight’s semen-stained tongue into her mouth and began to eat it.

        All: (barfs)

        twow: Oh fuck, I feel awful.

        Steel (TV): Ah am NAT cleanin’ that up...

        She sat on the pillow and rubbed her clit while she chewed. Drool and the child’s cum ran down her chin as Celestia was hit with another mind-blowing orgasm. She swallowed the chewed remains of Featherweight’s tongue while basking in her afterglow.

        Celestia raised a forehoof, which was slick with her marecum. She licked it clean before removing her dildo from Featherweight’s ass. After sniffing the anal dildo, she licked it clean as well.

Celestia: (shaking)

Luna: Sister?

Steel: Waaant a drink, Princess? (Holds up a bottle of alcohol)

Celestia: I will be fine.

        The blood flow from Featherweight’s mouth subsided as the last remnants of his orgasm dribbled out his limp dick.

        Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon hid their faces as Luna slid the spoon down the underside of Pipsqueak’s left eye.

        Luna: WHAT.

        twow: Are you about to go all Nightmare on me?

        Luna: WE DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS STORY.

        twow: Takin’ that as a yes.

The paralytic draught prevented him from speaking or moving, but Pipsqueak’s large, expressive eyes adequately conveyed the abject horror he was feeling.

        It looked as though he was crying blood. Luna slid the curved spoon back to where Pipsqueak’s retina met with his optic nerve. With a little more force, Luna manage to sever the nerve endings.

        twow: (shoots the TV)

        Celestia and Luna: (blast the TV with magic)

Steel: ... Shit... better keep my beer outta there... it might get blown up too! (Keeps on drinking)

        Pipsqueak’s left eye went dark.

        twow: “Hey, who turned out the lights?”

        Blood began to flow out of his left socket. Now that the eye had been loosed from its cranial prison, Luna was going to savor every moment of her rare delicacy.

        She used the spoon to raise Pipsqueak’s gelatinous eyeball out of his socket. The head of the spoon was coated in blood.

        Celestia: Because the detail was important.

        Luna: It won’t be on the test now.

        Pipsqueak’s remaining eye was transfixed on Princess Luna. He could see his left eye, which was now cold and glassy looking, on her sharp spoon.  

        On a pony’s head, there were so few places that were delicious. Ones options were limited to the brain, lips, tongue and eyes.

        twow: What about the legs?

        Luna: Or the ears?

        Celestia: Possibly the tail?

        twow: Are we really talking about this?

        Luna: You see what the story is doing to us.

        Steel: IT SAAAID HEAD ANYWAYS. (Burps)

        When Luna and her sister dined on pony flesh, it usually resulted in a slow and painful death for the victim. However, on this night, Featherweight and Pipsqueak were rare exceptions. They would survive their mutilations. The princesses had no intention of killing either of the children at this time; they just wanted a little snack.

        twow: Because of COURSE they couldn’t be free from this hell.

        Luna: I weep for them.

        Celestia: We all are, sister.

        Steel: I’m drinkin’ to ‘em. Brave kids... brave n’... Gawd, I should be more drunk...

        In all respects, the head was the most humblest and least edible part of the pony. A lesser cannibal would discard it in favor of juicy organs. Such short-sighted individuals would have been looked down upon by the royal sisters, who knew how to appreciate the best parts of the head.

        Celestia: No, that’s because we do NOT EAT OUR SUBJECTS!

        Luna: I enjoyed munching on math the most. (smacked by Celestia)

        twow: A good reading snack is fun. (smacked by Celestia.)

        While it’s true that most of the head is inedible, for those who exercise due diligence, an extraordinary culinary treat is their reward. Brains, lips, tongue and eyes. With the exception of the brain, all of these tender bits are bite size and hardly filling.

        twow: Makes sense.

        Luna: How?

        twow: Remember what I said about not thinking about it.

The trick is to savor them. Those who take their time are rarely disappointed.

        Luna gently placed Pipsqueak’s eyeball on her tongue. Her mouth was watering in anticipation as she increased the pace of her frigging. In spite of experiencing pain like he had never known, Pipsqueak couldn’t hold back his orgasm.

        Celestia: How are we not even treating them like children?!

        twow: Because they are just objects to you. Like...

        Luna: Do not start that twow.

 He groaned weakly as he shot his seed into Luna’s mouth. Thin strands of semen landed on Luna’s muzzle and in her mouth. Pipsqueak’s left eyeball was now coated in his own jizz. Luna closed her lips and savored the taste.

        twow: “I’m gonna need some pepper with this.”

        Luna: “And a glass of water.”

        The silky texture of the eyeball melted in her mouth. It brought her to a state of self-actualization, where she contemplated the finer things in life.

        The mutilated bodies of Featherweight and Pipsqueak were of no use to the libertines in their weakened state, so the princesses cast them aside until their bodies had a chance to recover.

        twow: Why?! So you can fuck them raw again?!

        Celestia: I thought you were calm!

        twow: I’m not! I’m just really fucking great at hiding it! BUT I CAN’T DO THIS!!!

        Luna: (Silently hugs twow)

        Celestia and Luna watched as their fellow libertines molested the four remaining children. Fancy Pants was eating out Diamond Tiara, who came on his face. Fleur was urinating on Silver Spoon and forcing her to drink it.

        Celestia: That’s used in sex?!

        twow: Of course. It’s just natural lemonade.

 Truffle Shuffle was submissively sucking Filthy Rich’s shit-scented shaft in preparation for another round of sodomy. The only child whose ass hadn’t been stretched yet was Scootaloo.

        Celestia: Rainbow would have a problem with that.

        twow: Yeah...

        At Blueblood’s command, Scootaloo stopped licking the prince’s polished pole. He ordered her to stand in front of the princesses with her head bowed to the ground. Scootaloo genuflected before Celestia and Luna in a state of abject deference.

        twow: Wut.

        Luna: I don’t have a dictionary on me.

        Celestia: And I don’t think it’s worth the time to look for one.

        Blueblood walked up behind Scootaloo and mounted her. He used his forehooves to pin her wings to the ground. Scootaloo winced in pain as she struggled to move.

        After pressing his knob against her anal entrance, Blueblood tried to force his way inside, but was met with undue resistance.

        twow: “Welp, we’ll just have to try later then!”

        “Relax your anus,” Blueblood commanded. Scootaloo whimpered as she stopped clenching her glutes. Even without her rectal rancor, it was still a painfully tight fit for the prince. Flecks of Scootaloo’s blood dripped onto the floor as the prince’s stiff stallionhood tore her tush interior.

        twow: FUCK YOU.

        Celestia: Have you been teaching him the Royal Canterlot Voice?

        Luna: No, but he’s good at it.

        Steel: You cin learn ‘at? Damn...!

        Scootaloo was panting hard as she tried to focus through the pain. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes. Her ears were pounding in her head.

        The maddening fervor of the libertines was beginning to affect Scootaloo’s friends. The other fillies were no longer protesting their treatment and Truffle Shuffle was willingly spreading his ass for Filthy Rich.

        Luna: That’s only because they’ve learned that they have no choice.

        Celestia: Or because they’ve accepted it.

        twow: ....

The only ponies who had been allowed a rest were Pipsqueak and Featherweight. They lay beside each other drawing shallow, ragged breaths as their faces bled.

        Celestia and Luna watched with mild amusement as Blueblood continued to bugger Scootaloo. The prince whinnied blissfully as her warm anal passage caressed his stallionhood. It was so tight that Blueblood found it challenging to move his cock in any direction.

        twow: Clench your ass and SQUEEZE IT OFF.

        Celestia: Is that even possible?

        twow: I really wanna find out.

 Every attempt to pull his pride in or out was met with fierce resistance.

        “A splendid Blue Moon Saturnalia,” Luna said to Blueblood, “You certainly picked a fine group of children this year.”

        Luna: “I wanted to choose the children to horribly twist, but you did fine!”

        Blueblood snorted contemptuously as he rutted Scootaloo with the fury of a charging rhino. She was powerless under his weight and could only elicit small squeaks of discomfort with each thrust of his mighty cock.

        twow: An inch and a half does not equal mighty.

        Blueblood’s earlier thoughts resurfaced as he reflected on the cowardice of his aunts, who hid within the safety of their castle walls and waited for him to bring them victims.

        “Fear,” Blueblood said to his aunts, “You are both cowards. You fear for your lives, which is why you insist on keeping to the shadows and hiding your deeds from a world that deems them wicked.”

        twow: That’s because THEY made their deeds wicked!

        Celestia: They had to have told him this.

        Prince Blueblood was brutal in many ways, including his brutal honesty. Celestia and Luna were shocked that he dared confront them so disrespectfully.

        “Silence, nephew,” Celestia said as her brow furrowed, “Thou hast the brazen balls to address us in this manner?!”

        Luna: Burn?

        Celestia: Does my character beat him now? Please?

        As Celestia spoke these words, the “brazen balls” in question were slapping roughly against Scootaloo’s small slit.

        twow: ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING ALLITERATION!!!

        Luna: Are you...

        twow: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

        Celestia: He’s not.

        “I’m not afraid of you, you cannibalistic old cunts,” Blueblood said, baring his teeth, “A true libertine lives life without limits. We do as we wish and kill all who would hinder our path to pleasure. You used to believe that once.”

        Celestia and Luna looked at each other, then turned away ashamed. Deep in their hearts, they knew Blueblood’s admonishment was true.

        Celestia: Wouldn’t that be horrible to the economy?

        Luna: And the population?

        twow: And logic?

        “The Celestia of olden times wouldn’t hide within the safety of her castle and mutilate children,” Blueblood said as he nodded towards the unconscious bodies of Pipsqueak and Featherweight, “The Celestia of old took her debaucheries to the populace and created panic in the streets! She skewered infants on her mighty horn and laughed while their bloody entrails cascaded down her face.”

        twow: Oh hai “Derpy’s Finest Hour” flashbacks! I missed you.

        “Tis true, Blueblood, tis true,” Celestia said as a single tear fell down her cheek, “We have grown soft in our old age.”

        Luna: If this is soft, I would rather not understand what “hard” was.

        Using his magic, Blueblood forced Scootaloo to lift her head. Celestia and Luna stared at her as she opened her eyes. Blueblood continued to ream her butt raw as his mind was swept away by unbridled lust. Despair fully engulfed Scootaloo, which was evident by her hopeless expression.

        twow: ..

        Luna: Uh oh.

        Celestia: Hang in there.

 She didn’t feel like a pony. She felt like nothing more than an extension of Blueblood’s sexual rage.

        The other libertines stopped their orgy to listen to the prince’s words. All eyes were on Blueblood as he continued buggering Scootaloo.

        Luna: “How about that! A speech AND a show!”

        Celestia: This castle has everything!

        “You have nothing to fear from these pitiable peasants,” Blueblood said, “We’re invincible!”

        Blueblood’s friends cheered and echoed their agreement. A sloppy sucking sound could be heard as Blueblood pulled his pride out of Scootaloo’s ass. After her recent embuggering, she lacked the strength to stand.

        twow: ...

        Celestia: Should we leave him alone?

        Luna: He knows how to use the weapons in here, so that might be bad.

        Steel: Well, not for you two.

 Blueblood’s firm cock was the only thing holding her up, so when it was removed, Scootaloo slumped wearily to the ground. Blueblood took a step back and gave a mighty whinny as he came. His powerful cock twitched as globs of semen splattered across Scootaloo’s back

        twow: ....

        Luna: It was like a fire hose.

        Celestia: Oh, that was HORRIBLE Luna!

        Luna: Thanks.

        Steel: Points. That was actually funny to me.

. Her tiny wings were dripping with his sticky essence by the time his ejaculation had finished.

        As one final act of contempt, Blueblood spat on the back of Scootaloo’s head. She simply lay there, unmoving. Broken in body and mind.

        twow: (agitated) I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!! PLEASE MAKE IT END!!!

        Celestia and Luna: (hug twow)

        Celestia: We are here with you.

        Celestia and Luna were thoroughly impressed by Blueblood’s words and his total subjugation of the young filly.

        “Nephew, you have reminded us what it truly means to be a libertine,” Luna said, “for which we are truly grateful. We now see that thou will make a fine successor to the crown.”

        Celestia: You know I didn’t have total chaos be a part of our rule for a REASON.

        Blueblood beamed as Scootaloo’s anal blood dripped from his semi-hard dick.

        “However,” Celestia said, solemnly, “I could not reign over Equestria without my beloved sister by my side and it is no different with you, nephew. You cannot hope to rule a kingdom alone. Behind every great king is a queen licking his bunghole.

        Luna: What.

        Celestia: I don’t think that’s how it works.

You need such a mare in your life.”

        Blueblood smiled and nodded at the wisdom of his aunt. In spite of her overlycautious nature, Celestia was still able to dispense sound advice.

        “I’ve already given the matter some thought,” Blueblood said, “I plan to take a wife before my next birthday.”

        twow: Unless you die.

Luna: (taking sword from twow) Let me just see that...        

Blueblood’s friends cheered at the happy announcement. Even the perpetually bitter Filthy Rich was supportive.

        Celestia approached Blueblood. He bowed before his aunt. She smiled. Her mouth was still stained with Featherweight’s blood.

        Blueblood suddenly felt ashamed for his earlier remarks.’

        Celestia: Ah! Emotions!

        Luna: IT’S EVIL!!!!

        “Forgive me, my princess, if my tone was too harsh,” Blueblood said.

        “Not at all,” Celestia said tenderly, “Your stern words were just what we needed to remind us of who we are... and who you will soon be.”

        Blueblood’s heart lept to his throat.

        twow: And he choked to death on it.

        Luna: The entire world rejoiced.

        “Could Celestia mean what I think she means?” Blueblood thought.

        Celestia leaned in and whispered so that only Blueblood could hear.

        “The hour of your ascension draws near,” Celestia said, lovingly, “During the past several years, your actions have proven that you are worthy of the greatest gift a libertine can receive: Eternal life.”

        twow: And with that, Equestria is fucked forever.

        Celestia: ....

        Luna: That...made me really sad.

        Blueblood’s recent orgasm paled in comparison to the joy he felt in his heart.

        “When you have chosen a mate, Luna and I will bestow upon each of you the secret to eternal life and beauty,” Celestia said, “The four of us shall eternally rule and reign over Equestria in an unending orgy of rape, death and destruction.”

        twow: Okai. Ya know. Because.

        Celestia: twow?

        twow: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

        Luna: The kingdom would fall apart sooner or later at that rate!

        This chance for new responsibility is what Blueblood had been preparing for his whole life. No longer would he be beneath his aunt’s shadow. Soon, he would be king.

        twow: “Oh I just can’t wa-” I’m not going to ruin that song.

        Blueblood stood before his friends, his scarred face beaming with pride. As he glanced around the room, he noticed that all of the children were exhausted and confused.

        twow: If you say that you don’t know why, I will castrate you with a butter knife.

        Celestia: Could you even do that?!

        twow: Yes.

        Steel: Damn sure he’d try.

 Pipsqueak and Featherweight had each fainted due to loss of blood. The other four children had various welts and bruises covering their young bodies.

        All the other libertines bowed before Blueblood, including the princesses. Blueblood issued a statement to capture their imagination.

        Luna: That’s what pictures are for.

        Celestia: They last longer as well.

        “I will usher in a new age of hedonistic debauchery, the likes of which Equestria has never seen!” Blueblood said passionately, “I shall soon rule as dictator and will rule with an iron dick!”

Steel (TV): And that’s the end... I hope you’re damn proud right now, Blueblood, you inhuman fuck.

        twow: (head in hands, body shaking with rage and sadness) I can’t do it anymore...

        Luna: twow?!?!

        Celestia: Let us leave. I have... words for our nephew.

???: (from Pinkamena’s end) BLUEBLOOD!!! Where are you, you limp-dicked son of a bitch!?

Steel: Ohhhhohoho! (Grabs his lead pipe) Someone wants a wooord with youuu, Princey...

Fallen Prime: (from TV) Pinkie, get Steel to back the fuck off. BLUEBALLS IS MINE.

Steel (TV): Jackass, I want a piece of ‘em, too! C’mon!

Fallen: You’ve had MORE than your fair share of chances. Don’t get pissy about me stealing ONE.

Steel: Oh BULLSHIT. I haven’t been able to hurt him ONCE. All I got was to throw around a couple insults and help Twow riff. Lemme put my pipe to work! Seriously!

Fallen: (points a handgun at Steel) Do YOU want this too!? I’ll fucking do it!

Steel: Ok, NOW you’re really fucked in the head. Gonna shoot a friend, Fallen?

Fallen: Back off this once and I won’t have to.

Steel: ... Long as you don’t put ‘em six feet under. I want a good shot at ‘em afterwards. (Sits back down and puts his pipe under his chair) Fucking Fallen and his armory...

Fallen: Good boy. (turns to Blueblood with a manic grin) Let’s have a chat, Princey.

Steel: Patronizing me? Great.

Luna: Fallen?!

Steel: Yep. Seems Blueblood’s clock has finally ticked to zero.

Blueblood: I honored the deal you made! No other ponies were hurt and you said that twow was fair game!

Steel: We DO have recordings of these... and I’ll refer you to Chapter 8.

Fallen: I DID say that, didn’t I. And you even managed to take away my leverage to keep you in line by bringing your aunts into it.

Blueblood: Then, why are YOU here?

Fallen: Because I read on after Pinkie’s chapter. I saw chapter nine. And I just decided, you know what? FUCK the deal.

Celestia: Fallen, what ARE you talking about?

Fallen: YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH.

Luna: (gasping) twow! Get off the floor!

twow: (in fetal position) No! It’s safe here!

Steel: Not for long, T! I think the Princess is about to light the building up!

Fallen: Are we FINISHED?

Steel: I think DEAD is a proper term, Fallen.

Fallen: Oh, you don’t even KNOW dead.

Steel: Ever been to the heart of the Sun? (Thumbs at the TV) I think Celestia’s about to put us there!

Fallen: Not before I’m done. You see that, Blueblood? you see that poor, soulless wreck of a man sucking his thumb in the corner?

Luna: Wait, he’s not sucking his thumb.

Celestia: (light facehoof)

twow: (shuddering) Can I just go home now...

Fallen: You just stepped well beyond the borders of torture and did an acrobatic fucking pirouette right into making him relive some MAJOR trauma. Even for me, THAT SHIT IS TOO FAR. But what ISN’T too far for me right now is THIS! (puts a single bullet through the knees of each of Blueblood’s hind legs)

Steel: Aaaand he’s down.

Celestia and Luna: FALLEN!

Fallen: How’s that high and mighty attitude treating you NOW, bitch!?

Steel: (Rubs his ear) Jesus... your armory have any silencers, Fallen? That mighta woken up someone.

Pinkamena: I don’t think that was a good idea Fallen. I liked it though, but maybe it wasn’t the best.

Fallen: No, it wasn’t. The BEST is that he can’t run away. Steel, I just gave you an infinity of chances to take a crack at this motherfucker.

Steel: And now I love ya, buddy. (Grabs the sword he was sharpening, as well as the pipe) Alright, let’s see... should do something about that horn first. (Gets up and moves around Blueblood) Can’t have you warping away, can we? (Smiles demonicly)

(A loud crash is heard in the lab)

Celestia: Luna...oh, not again!

Nightmare Moon: (from TV) DO NOT TOUCH HIM. WE WILL PUNISH HIM OURSELVES. (Nightmare disappears with Blueblood in tow.)

Steel: SON OF A KILL-STEALING BITCH!!!!

Fallen: I thought we dealt with that already!

Celestia: That’s going to end well.

Pinkamena: Princess, I’m going to turn the TV off for a minute.

Celestia: That’s fine Pinkie. I needed to speak with twow.

Steel: C’mon Fallen, let’s go after ‘em! I AM NOT LETTING NIGHTMARE TAKE THIS FROM ME!!! (Charges off)

Fallen: ...eh. You do that. Hey Pinkie, let’s talk torture!

(Pinkamena cackles gleefully as the TV blips off.)

Celestia: How are you handling it?

twow: Just one more...right? Please?

Celestia: Yes. And when I brought you here, I knew that you’d accomplish things here.

twow: But this...

Celestia: Is just another trial for you. I know that you can do it.

twow: And what if I can’t, Celestia?

Celestia: Then nopony can say that you didn’t give it your all.

twow: ...well, you do have a point.

Celestia: I’m not going to make you continue this...

twow: Fallen and Steel had a point. I started this, so I’ll try. I’ll try to finish it.

Celestia: (hugs twow) And if you can’t, contact me immediately. I’m being very serious. Do you understand me?

twow: (nods) Yes. I got it.

Celestia: Good. And there’s nothing more I’d like to do but stay, but I should stop my sister before she injures one of your friends.

twow: It’s okay Celestia. Go on.

Celestia: Are you sure?

twow: Yeah. It’s fine.

(Celestia hugs twow again, then releases him and disappears in a flash of white light.)

twow: (sighing) I guess that I’ve got a break sign...